The Soul's Guest

Inherently, each soul, within it's boundries, has a void.
This space yearns for the splashing of life's elixir.
in a primitive shielding, our heart hosts our soul.

Exploratively, youth's innocent actions hydrates this acreage.
Our early years' hours allow both the ferreting of acrid venom into veins and the balm of  JOY's bath.

Though some souls chase in life's race;
Others aim and seek.
Our feet learn frred flight;
Our minds mull and become tempered.
Our souls are both salved and sullied.

Then, in the living, stagnation's opposite, we are defined.
The process crystallizes into eternal possession of  JOY's mate ~ LOVE.

Whether brief in span or bonused in length of stay,
The soul's matedness with LOVE, spawned in the interior chambers of the heart,
never any new experiences, eclipse.

In LOVE allted, the soul's fulfillment is found.
Faith blurs mystery and thoughts light destiny's path.

            Existence's singularity,
                      Altered by such partnering with LOVE,
                               melds and merges.
            Yet LOVE is a Guest in the soul's inherent solitude.

Friends and their fears and foibles

...the handful of friends one harbors, though defined by a number, is a large entity in one's heart.
Lightly described, some people cite their friends with a wave of the hand...gesturing at this physique or that soul, but friending: in the longest reference of friendship's historical lineage: friends are found as treasures and find themselves citizens of our hearts.
Only after a passage of time, does one really count the residents in their friend holding tank.
The ease check-marking of a 'like' on the new digital tool of Facebook does not embed a friend into those heart caves.
Friendship grows with the multiplicity of: deeds, emotions, sheer mutual sharings. These elements define friends.
The amazing subtleties of sensitive knowings, memorized facts or endearing offerings of food, fine items or creative gifts: all prove the rarity of a FRIEND!

IS there a thwarting factor? Peer through....

When the flow is frozen or the smooth productivity blocked, what reverses that state?
Reach for a diversion?
Shoulder through with intensity?
Invent a novel bend of thought?
All and any!
Would the spark and spur impinge!

The transparency of a window-like bubble might be just the perfect spot for observations that will meld ideas and thoughts and creativity into the fuel for FLOW.
Try following mind training to maximize your potentials.

Through the Ether

When separated, be it whatever distance, one carries
A measuring device...unmarked in fathoms or farthings
Yet, with flawless precision, a tool to determine
The non local connectivity.

This determination occurs in that subconscious sphere
Of operation and there the transactions are in multiplicities
of milliseconds and done where the inner soul knows more than the mind.

Given that this afar being is sensed and thus known,
Alas, one must still bear the burden of the conscious mind's activity,
Combing and plaiting and adding unneeded layers of complexity.

Attentiveness, from the soul knows that the target’s magnet exists
Even in it’s non locality, that focus is waiver less.

Astride that place, one yearns and ruminates,
Steering through a generated reservoir of relevancy and debris,
Equally scattered, afloat in the sea of self’s ocean.

The thoughts and dreams and unexpressed aspirations
That mix with the myriad of fears and doubts and more.

When, the human, whose being buoys the receptor’s swirling,
When that one human extends an expressive stream of energy,
Through some ether, towards the honing human’s monitoring,
In a mutuality, substance is gathered,
And that gain is indelible.